Anna Paquin Versus Kirsten Dunst by blackcape 05-Aug-2000Anna Paquin drove swiftly through the hot August
evening, a newly-torn envelope from acclaimed director Steven
Spielberg flapping lightly in the breeze on the passenger seat
beside her. Anna had turned 18 just a month earlier; the Academy
Award-winning actress had purchased this brand new Impala with
just a fraction of the millions she had made from her recent film,
"X-Men", in which she played the troubled teenager,
Rogue. Her career was on the upswing, and as the young New Zealander
turned onto a hidden side street in the Brentwood Hills, she couldn't
contain the excitement she felt at being invited to Spielberg's
famed "Mansion On High" to audition for the role of
Indiana Jones' daughter in a fourth installment of the popular
movie series.

The letter had certainly been cryptic enough, "Come
alone and bring a thong," it demanded. Anna had complied;
beneath her baggy jeans, she wore a tight pink thong that accentuated
her assets. Perhaps I shall be asked to model, Anna thought speculatively,
a smile crossing her delicate lips.

Upon arriving, Anna was greeted by one of Spielberg's
man-servants, who escorted her into a medium-sized room comprised
entirely of mirrors. A single bright light burned overhead, by
which Anna could see herself reflected dozens of times. The walls,
the ceiling, the floors...all mirrored behind a layer of Plexiglas.
Suddenly, a nasal-pitched voice emanated from some unknown source.
It was the director.

"Anna," he began, "so nice to see
you. Beautiful as always."

At this, Anna grinned and ran her fingers through
her long, silky hair.

"Listen very carefully to what I am about to
tell you. First, take off your clothes. I expect you brought a
thong?"

Anna nodded and proceeded to strip down. Within a
matter of minutes, she was bare, her perfect breasts ready for
inspection, her groin throbbing excitedly within the confines
of the thong.

"Good," the director said. "Kindly
move to the left. Your competition for this role is entering the
room."

Anna did as she was told, and to her surprise found
Kirsten Dunst striding through the doorway. Anna frowned- Kirsten
was only a month older than she, but had already made a name for
herself by playing sex kittens in movies like "Bring It On"
and "Drop Dead Gorgeous."

"She gives us younger actresses a bad name,"
Anna thought to herself.

Kirsten did not acknowledge Anna's presence; she
had been jealous of Anna's Academy Award for the 1993 movie "The
Piano" and refused to speak to the talented young starlet.
Spielberg's voice echoed throughout the mirrored room once again,
repeating the directions for Miss Dunst. Soon, both women were
topless, Kirsten wearing a white thong that was pulled taut against
her firm womanhood.

"OK ladies," Spielberg declared, "both
of you are up for the role of a lifetime, one which could make
you a household name. Look about you. In the lower-left hand corner
of the room, you will find a pair of handcuffs. The upper-left
hand corner has a rubber-tipped silver baton. The lower-right
corner holds a length of rope six-feet long and in the upper-right
corner you will see a children's pool filled with water. Behind
these mirrors are a series of cameras that will capture you in
action from a variety of angles."

Anna looked puzzled, but a wide grin began to spread
over Kirsten's face.

"So what are we doing?" Anna asked confusedly.

"You are going to have to fight for the role,"
the director said. "A fight to the near-death; no rules,
no time limit and neither of you can submit to the other. I will
not stop the fight until I'm sure of the winner. I have a team
of medical personnel on hand for the loser, whom I expect will
be unable to work for several months. Do you understand? You have
the opportunity to back out now, if you so desire."

Anna thought for a moment before answering. She really
wanted to teach that bitch Kirsten a lesson. Kirsten, for her
part, couldn't wait to beat "that snotty whore" into
the ground.

"Let's do it," Anna says.

At this moment, the man-servant shuts and locks the
door. Anna sizes up her opponent; the dishwater blond hair, the
voluptuous breasts, muscular arms and toned stomach, solid thighs...maybe
I'm mismatched, Anna thinks, but by then it is too late to back
down.

The two girls rush each other in the center of the
room and are immediately locked into a brutal bearhug (top view:
two beautiful faces staring up in pain, hair twisting back and
forth, breasts mashed together with Kirsten's getting the upper
hand, legs wrapping around each other). Kirsten topples her adversary
(bottom view: Anna's shapely buttocks and curvaceous back smashed
against the glass, her back arching up and outward as Kirsten
knees her twice in the crotch). Kirsten pins Anna's arms beneath
her legs, straddles her breasts and bounces up and down repeatedly
(lower side view: Kirsten's muscular round ass banging into Anna's
firm breasts, which jiggle on Kirsten's upswing before sandwiching
horizontally beneath her opponent).

Kirsten pulls Anna's face between her thighs and
punches her hard in the face four times (lower side view: Anna's
legs kick out and her buttocks thrust with each blow). Kirsten
stands, pulls Anna to her feet by the throat and smashes her back
against the wall, where she pelts her body with blows to the belly,
breasts and crotch (side view: Anna's bare back sticky with sweat
smearing against the glass, her perfect ass billowing and spreading
upon the wall with each blow to her womanhood).

Kirsten bends Anna over, stuffs her head between
her legs (lower view: Anna's pained expression, her breasts dangling,
rubbing against Kirsten's thighs) and executes a perfect piledriver
(lower view: Anna's face and breasts smashed against the glass,
legs spread and twitching with spasms).

Kirsten bounces on Anna's head six times (lower view:
Anna's nose and lips smearing against the glass). Kirsten gets
up, rolls Anna onto her back and delivers a knee-drop to the crotch.
Anna arches her back and bangs her head against the floor in pain,
but Kirsten is already crawling up Anna's body (lower side view:
Kirsten's breasts rub along her opponent's glistening stomach,
push against Anna's breasts as she gyrates her crotch like a snake,
ass arching out and diving in to rub on her enemy). Kirsten encircles
her arms around Anna's neck and executes a breast smother, pushing
the girl's flushed face into her cleavage for a solid two minutes
despite Anna's muffled cries (upper view: Anna's face and chest
completely smothered by Kirsten, Anna's hair spilling out from
beneath her foe, Kirsten grinding her crotch on Anna's body while
Anna reaches up and gives Kirsten a wedgie by pulling on the taut
fringes of Kirsten's thong, Anna's legs convulsing frantically
until they and her arms go limp from lack of oxygen).

Kirsten rises up, slaps Anna awake, crawls over to
the baton. Anna is groaning softly until Kirsten places the baton
along her foe's neck and stands on both ends, choking Anna once
again. Anna coughs and gasps, her legs kick violently as Kirsten
bounces up and down on the edges of the baton.

Tiring of this, Kirsten takes one end of the baton
and jams it into Anna's mouth. Keeping it vertical, Kirsten sits
on the other end, feeling erotically stimulated as the plastic
tip digs into her thong and penetrates her pussy while Anna is
pinned to the floor by her mouth (upper view: Anna's legs, spread-eagled
are moving slowly up and down as Kirsten drives herself deeper
onto the baton, breasts bouncing with each effort, buttocks thrusting,
legs in a V-shape).

Feeling herself about to cum, Kirsten bounces harder
and faster until her juices run along the length of the baton
and into her opponent's mouth. Kirsten shivers once before throwing
the baton aside. Anna rolls onto her stomach and crawls painfully
toward the door, but Kirsten has other plans.

Straightening her thong, she bends over, picks up
the rope and approaching Anna, jumps straight up and comes down
ass first on her enemy's back. Anna arches up in pain, but by
then Kirsten has the rope wrapped around Anna's throat (bottom
view: Anna's lower body and crotch plastered to the floor as Kirsten
yanks back on the rope, pulling Anna's head back, her breasts
dangling just above the mirrored floor) (upper view: Anna's swollen
lips and pain-filled eyes facing up, her round ass bulging out
from her pink thong as Kirsten arches her back and pulls harder
while performing the splits on her fallen foe).

Taking a handful of hair, Kirsten smashes Anna's
face into the ground, stands up and drags her along the floor
by the neck to the lower-left hand corner. Kicking her to her
stomach, Kirsten handcuffs Anna's hands behind her.

Unraveling the rope around Anna's throat, Kirsten
grabs the handcuffs, plants a foot deep between Anna's round buttocks
and pulls back on her enemy's arms with all her might. Anna screams
and tosses her head back, her body arched at an extreme angle.

Keeping one foot in place, Kirsten spreads her legs
and stomps another foot on the back of Anna's neck, pinning her
to the floor. Throwing her own head back from the exertion, Kirsten
pulls on Anna's arms with all her strength until she hears the
pop of both arms dislocating at once. Anna is still conscious,
her eyes glazed over in pain, as Kirsten drags her by the handcuffs
to the children's pool and tosses her in on her back.

Kirsten leaps on top of her adversary and lands on
Anna's breasts, water splashing out of the pool and onto the mirrors
below. Securing Anna's head beneath the water, Kirsten slides
herself up and smashes her beautiful ass on Kirsten's face, covering
all but her forehead with her wet pussy and shining buttocks.
(side view: Kirsten begins pumping on Anna's face, faster and
faster, while Anna kicks her legs in vain. Anna's breasts rise
and fall as Kirsten pounds away, water sloshing and overflowing
onto the mirrors beneath. Kirsten begins making primal grunting
noises , rocking harder and harder until her thighs lock, she
stiffens and cums all over the face beneath her. Anna's legs twitch
and then go limp, hanging askew over the poolside.).

Standing, Kirsten reaches into Anna's thong, digs
her fingers into her defeated foe's womanhood and gripping her
neck in the other hand, lifts an unconscious Anna over her head
before slamming her once more into the pool, water sloshing everywhere.

"That's it, Spielberg," Kirsten cries.
"I defeated the stupid cunt. Do I have the part?"

"You certainly do," the director replies
omnipotently. The door opens and Kirsten strides out to her big
break. (upper view: Anna lies unconscious in the center of the
pool, arms handcuffed beneath her, glistening breasts and bulging
womanhood rising and falling from the surface of the water.)